I saw an article today about how millenials HATE Bruce Springsteen.  I have encountered this many times, working, as I do, in bars, where young people congregate.  There is a certain shock, almost, when I mention that I LOVE Bruce. And I will lay it out here for you now.  I understand that nobody wants to dig the music that their parents loves.  My ex-wife and I have, what I consider, as a musician, really good taste in music.  In the car, (and I was a stay-at-home dad, back before that was considered cool) I was the DJ for my sons. What did I play for them? Elvis Costello, Bruce Springsteen, They Might Be Giants, Talking Heads, Graham Parker, The Clash, John Hiatt, Joan Armatrading, The Minutemen, Squeeze, The Sugarcubes (Bjork's old band), Nat King Cole (He is probably the greatest singer ever), Calexico,  Patty Smith, of course The Beatles and Stones, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Muddy Waters, etc...   All of this stuff that is really amazing, cool, and fun.  And that brings up one question: what do you do when your parents listen to this type of music?  You go elsewhere.  It is part of the natural process to either disdain or actively hate what your folks like. It is what every generation does.  It needs to find itself. My two sons, weaned on all this music, listen to vastly different things than I or their mom did.  My older son listens to INCREDIBLY fast Japanese technopop.  My Younger son listens to showtunes.  He is majoring in musical theater, and he has schooled himself on the history of that music.  My friend Woody, with whom I have played music for a bazillion years, has one son who is turning into a fine musician.  He is into the arena rock that both his father and I have hated forever.  No child worth his salt can come up exactly loving what his parents loved.  My children never got in any of the trouble I got into as a youth.  They had to establish themselves as themselves somehow.  Eventually, my hope is that they will come to see the value in the music that I have loved.  Certainly, I think that they will do what I have done since my father's death, which is to try and understand and know the person through these things we leave behind. My father was not very communicative: I have been trying to get to know him now, after his death.  It is like trying to find something by echolocution. While a very stoic man, I now realize that he was VERY sentimental, and felt very deeply.  So now, as I go through his things, I agonize over how much I didn't know him, or his heart.